When music sounds, gone is da earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow.
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.

When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eye.
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling place.

When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came..
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift winged hours...as I hasten along.